Tones of the Target

We shift the sand between our toes

We move mountains to the skies

We tame seas to our name

We build structures to tear the horizon

We burn the forest to summon open plains

We consume the land with civilizations

We strive to be something greater

We move with all purpose

We dream bigger and better

We push to be shoved back

We feel to invest

Cast me to exile

Remove me from this reality

Far from home to be an outcast

No more I say

I need no luxury to be tame

Let me be the wanderer I once was

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